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A Prince in Lion's Clothing	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 36570 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Severus waited until the Dark Lord had finished changing after his potion before bringing up what else he had come to discuss. “I also have a gift to present to you tomorrow.”

Voldemort looked intrigued. “What manner of gift?” Even he looked surprised at his new voice. It was back to the baritone he’d had years ago, before his last two horcruxes, which were back to being a part of him thanks to the modified ritual he’d used.

“One you will like. I can present it tomorrow any time after noon. When would you like it, My Lord?” Severus asked.

Voldemort hummed. “How about at eight PM? Just after dinner. Will that work?”

Severus nodded. “I will be here. I need to address something with Lucius in private before I leave.” He added.

“Very well. Thank you for the potion, Severus.” Voldemort added.

Severus smiled. “Returning you to your former glory was my pleasure, My Lord.” He returned.

He left the parlour and Lucius followed him. “What did you need to discuss?”

Severus’ smile widened. “The gift for Our Lord needs to be allowed through your Wards tomorrow.”

Lucius smirked. “Ah. A muggle?” He asked.

Severus shook his head. “My son, who wishes to pledge his service. He will ally with Our Lord until he is old enough to formally join us.”

“Ally? Why would Our Lord wish a child as an ally?” Lucius asked snidely.

“Because,” Severus smiled secretively, “He is a very high-profile child.”

“Who?” Lucius asked. Then, his face cleared. “Prince.” He breathed. “You’re Harry Potter’s father!”

“Precisely.” Severus said smugly. “He has had a change of heart. You understand that until tomorrow I have to place you under a lip-locker, right? Your Occlumency skills are abysmal.”

“I understand.” Lucius said evenly.

Severus cast the spell and nodded. “We will see you tomorrow.”

“I will make Our Lord wait in another room while you get your son situated for optimal presentation.” Lucius told him.

“I appreciate that.”

Lucius smiled. “See you tomorrow.”

“I will see you then.” Severus returned, then left.

He came home to find Harry in the library before a fire, reading a journal while sipping at a mug of cocoa.

“I see you managed to occupy yourself without death or dismemberment. I admit to no small measure of surprise.” Severus drawled upon finding him.

Harry rolled his eyes. “I can look after myself without getting into danger if I am told where the danger can be found. I don’t actively go looking for trouble. It usually finds me and drags me in kicking and screaming the whole way.” He said.

Severus chuckled. “I will keep that in mind.” He said.

“So how did your meeting go?” Harry asked, setting the book aside.

Severus took the chair beside his. They were angled to the occupants could easily talk while still halfway facing the fire. “Well, the Dark Lord looks worlds better, he was monstrous after his resurrection. I am glad you didn’t have to see him like that.”

Harry bit down on the inside of his cheek to keep from telling his father that he had, in fact, seen him like that.

Severus didn’t need to know. He had come home safe, and no one was the wiser.

“You will meet with him tomorrow, at eight PM. If you still wish to ally with him.”

Harry nodded. “I do.”

“Then you may do so then. Now, we need to discuss your name. Your mother asked that I keep the diminutive Harry, and I am loathe to deny her her dying wish. So we will. You have a choice, however. Your previous name was Harry, simple and unembellished, and we will keep that as a nickname. Your choices are Harold or Harrison. Do you have a preference?” Severus asked.

Harry took a deep breath, then answered, softly, “My Mum did.”

Severus' interest sharpened. “Oh?”

“She wanted to name me Harrison. James said there'd never been a Harrison Potter, and they weren’t going to start with me.” He told the man.

Severus’ eyes misted over. He cleared his throat and asked, voice rough, “Would that be acceptable for you? Harrison Prince?”

Harry smiled wistfully. “Yeah.” He answered quietly. “Yeah, I think it would. I want your name as my middle name, though.”

“That is fine. Then we are decided. Let's go upstairs and add you to the family tree.” Severus suggested.

“Do I need to do or say anything?” Harry asked as they headed up the stairs.

“No.” Severus told him. “You must simply be there, and silent. This is usually done when babies are but days old. There is no speaking part for the member being added.”

Harry nodded.

Before they entered the room, Severus stopped him. “Understand that the words I am going to speak are ritual. I cannot change them, and they in no way reflect upon you, or have any bearing on how I see you. But I must refer to you as bastard-born, because, in truth, you are. Your mother and I were not wedded when you were conceived or born, but that is all it means. I could not care for you any more than I already do, the circumstances of your birth do not change that you are the greatest gift I have ever been given. I cherish you, Harrison. Tell me you know that.”

Harry smiled. “I know. Since we found out, you've proven that you care about me and can be a warm and even loving man. I never would have thought it before, but you do have a heart. A big one. I care for you, too. Whatever you have to say for the magic to take, I know it's only words.”

Severus nodded once and they stepped inside.

Severus held a finger to his lips and Harry nodded. The man raised his wand and spoke a stream of Latin, his voice wavering slightly, then sounding surer of itself as magic built in the room.

When the magic had built to a fever pitch and the very air in the room seemed to be vibrating with energy, Severus lowered his wand.

“The family gathers today to welcome a new member into the fold. Bastard-born, of Severus Tobias Prince and Lily Evans Potter, conceived in love and born out of wedlock, Harrison Severus Prince, Heir to the Prince line and lands. May he live a long and fruitful life, and bring great honour to our name.” Severus finished, and flicked his wand at the blank spot where Harry's name should be.

Harry watched as glowing script wrote out, “Harrison Severus Prince,” in the spot, and smiled at Severus, who smiled back. The magic in the room pulsed once, and then dissipated.

“It is done. You may speak now.”

“Wow. That's it?” Harry asked.

Severus nodded. “You are officially a Prince now.”

Harry smiled widely. “That’s great!” He said happily. Then his face fell. “But I still look like a Potter.” He added glumly.

Severus smiled and laid a hand on his shoulder. “We will take care of that before you meet the Dark Lord tomorrow. I will brew you a potion tonight, which will cleanse the blood-based glamour from you, and you can take it tomorrow after lunch. This will give your body time to change, and will ensure that you do not need to miss a meal to accommodate it.”

“Alright, sounds good. Dinner now? I asked the elves to make Shepherd’s Pie.” Harry said eagerly.

Severus sighed. “Of course you did. And of course they’d agree, they seem to like you.” He added.

“I like them, too.” Harry said brightly. “Family dining room?” He suggested.

Severus shook his head. “Formal dining room, down here. You need to be used to it in case we ever have guests over.” He told Harry, then led the way.

Harry followed.

They entered the room and Severus sat. Harry went to sit beside him, and Severus shook his head. “Other side.” He instructed. “The Heir’s place is at the Lord’s right hand. It’s a place of honour.”

“Oh.” Harry said, and rounded the table to sit at the other side.

“Are you excited about tomorrow? Or are you nervous?” Severus asked as he sat.

Harry laughed a bit. “Um, yes?” He asked more than answered. “A bit of both. Kind of a nervous excitement. I know I want to switch, I’m just... Not sure how he will react.”

“I will be there.” Severus assured him. “If he threatens you in any way, I will step in. I will not lose you.” He said.

Harry smiled as the place settings appeared before them. “I trust you. It’s why I’m only a little nervous.”

The elves came in with dinner, and Severus resigned himself to Shepherd’s Pie.

It could have been worse.

*****

“And this will change me?” Harry asked, looking at the vial he held. “I’ll look like you?”

“A good deal, if your mother is to be believed.” Severus confirmed.

Harry nodded. “Well, here goes nothing!” He said, and drank down the potion.

Severus grabbed the vial as his fingers slackened and his body hit the bed he had been sitting on.

Severus watched as he writhed in pain for about a minute, features shifting, body growing, changing before his astonished eyes. The glamour was extensive, and Severus was in awe as the morphing stopped and he looked at his son—who truly looked like his at last.

Harry sat up, then stood and moved to the mirror. He had to take off the glasses before he could look at himself properly. “Wow. That’s quite a change.” His jaw, nose, cheeks, forehead, brows, everything except his eyes and lips had changed. “My eyes are still the same.” He said happily.

Severus smiled. “Yes. Lily’s eyes. Precisely.” He said in satisfaction. He’d hoped they’d stay the same. It was nice to see her eyes in his face. Proof that he had given her something James had not. “You seem to have grown three, maybe four inches. And you might not be pleased to know this, but your bum has also grown a bit.” He added, eyeing the new roundness with trepidation. The boy would have no shortage of male admirers.

“Uh, yeah.” Harry cleared his throat and quickly looked down his own pants, then flushed. “Everything’s changed. For the better.” He confirmed.

Severus chuckled. “Well, at least that is a plus. Sorry about the nose, though. No one would choose to have my beak.”

“I don’t mind being part falcon.” Harry said, running a finger along the length of it. “It’s not horrible. I can live with it.”

“Falcon? One would think you’d have picked raven, considering my penchant for black.” Severus said in amusement.

Harry shook his head, smiling as he turned to face the man. “No, you’re bigger than that. Falcon or eagle. A powerful hunter.”

Severus chuckled. “Very well. I’ll leave you to decide what you want to wear to your first meeting with the Dark Lord. Alter your clothes to fit properly. I’ll see you in the family dining room at seven-thirty.”

Harry nodded, turning to his wardrobe. He had some good clothes, though Severus had bought him three new outfits for Christmas. He should probably wear one of those.

As Severus left, closing the door behind him, Harry took out a dark blue silk shirt and black slacks Severus had bought. He undressed and stood naked in front of his mirror, looking over the new changes critically.

He was taller, but thinner, he’d need to put on some weight. His cock had grown about two inches, which was nice, he had been average and now he could be proud of what he had.

Not that anyone at Hogwarts would see it.

He was going to reapply the glamour before heading back. He wanted this face, his real face, to be anonymous.

He was pleased, though. When he decided to go public as Severus’ son, he knew he’d be proud of how he looked.

He looked like a Pureblood, now. Not some scruffy, speccy little boy.

He could be proud of this body.

He could meet Voldemort like this with his head held high.

He smiled and began to change into his clothes, altering them to fit the way they should.

*****

“We will be going to Malfoy Manor.” Severus told him as they put their cloaks on. “You are to kneel where I tell you and keep your head down until the Dark Lord tells you to meet his eyes. He will, of that I have no doubt. Let me talk until you are addressed directly. Do you understand?” He asked.

Harry nodded. “Yes, Sir.” He said.

Severus sighed. “You may still call me by name, Harrison. I am merely trying to make sure you do not offend him. He can be easily angered by disrespect, and you are already a sore spot with him. We must be cautious.” He warned.

“I get that. I won’t goad him, I’m not stupid.” Harry said.

“See that you aren't.” Severus said, taking his arm in a firm grip. “Here we go. I told Lucius to key you in, so he should be expecting a new person. If the Wards don’t let you in, just try to follow me and you will end up just outside them. I will aim for the front door. If we get separated, wait where you are, and I will come and get you.” He said, then Apparated.

They landed just outside the front doors. “Good. Come, Lucius said he would have the Dark Lord wait in another room while we arrived.”

He knocked on the door and Lucius answered. He took in Harry’s new look and hummed. “He is far more good-looking now, Severus. Come. You will be in the white parlour.” He said, then led the way.

Severus and Harry followed.
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